Down and out in St. Kilda
Comments(2) This has happened to me before… I get in some situation where good times start building like a storm. I mean days and days of party. I’m getting a bit lose and sloppy around the edges. Then right about the time I start to realize I need to reel the monkey in, get back in good road soldier mode, a few bits of bad luck set in and I crash. I’ve been chasing around a girl I most likely never had a chance with but still allow myself disappointment. It turns out I’ve been generous with vultures. And then the caper: I’d met some French on gumtree a week ago offering a ride to Sydney. We’ve been texting, then met in person when they got to town. All seemed good we were slated to leave town on the 16th. Then I awake to an SMS this morning: yes we did have fun yesterday, but we found someone else to take, good luck finding another ride. I have 10 days yet and there are tons of rides, but WTF! You don’t like me, have the balls to say as much so I can make other plans. Such cowardly shit. But then I’m the fool who still believes people are straightforward and do what they say they will.
Meanwhile it’s clear that St. Kilda is a dive neighborhood and I need to get out of here before it take a serious bite out of my ass. Lots of stories coming together, And Bali already seems like months ago. But lawd I sho got them road blues this morning…
http://www.ntnews.com.au/article/2012/02/14/288661_ntnews.html we should still trust people right
Just to explain Leticia’s comment link: I met those girls at the hostel in Darwin. To be fair…they did look dynamite in bikinis, but we were all enjoying that for free, poolside. Homeboy had to go ruin it by going too far.
Unfortunately young European immigrant workers are being exploited all over AU at this time